I could try and summarize my entire existence into only two thousand letters or i could  pick one particular defining moment and describe it's every nuance. Sadly the former suggestion is impossible considering the fact that my own mother who carried me for 9 months is not aware of my chronicles, how could you possibly expect me to know everything about myself? The latter would require me to channel into my subconscious, which would require me to be hypnotized.  I'm afraid that a lot more may come out than is intended.
The only necessary detail I feel ya'll need to know is that I figuratively gorge on books.